Myanha had her hooves full. It was a beautiful morning, the grass and the flowers in her grove still sparkling with dew, but she had been bustling around for hours already. The Dulcet was finally ready to welcome customers, and she was determined that everything was just right. The Dulcet had to be a luxurious experience unlike any other or nouls wouldn't frequent it. It had to be everything that Grandfather Tree had shown her. Failure was simply not an option. She heard hoof beats approach, and a chestnut buck with panniers strapped to his sides arrived. She nodded to Rowan, and Priya immediately flew over to him, to inspect whatever sweets he'd brought. He looked tired. Normally the young buck was full of life, even this early. "Babies arrived. Four of them." He sounded a little shell shocked.
Myanha gasped. "Four?!? But she was such a small little thing? Is she well? Are all the babies well?" Myanha wasn't sure she'd ever heard of noulicorn having four foals all at once! Well, that would certainly be something to talk about today. As strange as everything was around Homewood right now, that was some nice news to share. "Well, you'd better get back to them! Good luck! Congratulations!" Tiredly he nodded, and headed out on his way. Myanha shook her head. The young buck certainly had some hard work ahead of him.
She trotted over to Priya who had pulled out the sweets he had brought. Her clients were discerning, and demanded the best. Today's delivery was of honeyed strawberries with preserved flowers. A soft smile crept across her face. They were beautiful! Perfect for the very important client she expected any time now. She had a floral tea steeping in cool water as well. An aqua had been buy some days ago, and had created the perfect little fountain under the trellis. The water was sweet and fresh - perfect for making refreshments and washing manes and tails.
"Well Priya, I think we're ready! Three appointments this morning, so you'll need to wake a few other faeries." Her bond was incredibly attentibe, and nodded away.
"Already done. We're ready. The Dulcet is ready." The faery flitted over to Myanha and landed on her shoulder, fluffing her mane just right. It wouldn't do to have Myanha looking anything less than glamours for an important appointment.
Myanha smiled, and looked to the path towards the salon. It had been planted with fragrant, inviting jasmine. She hoped that soon she'd hear hooves approaching in that direction, and not just another delivery.
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